At first it sounds exciting. Something to look forward to. But yesterday, today, now, it feels so strange doing it. One drop, then the second drop of tears come along, accompanied by the third, the fourth. All of them found their ways to my dark navy t-shirt while I was looking outside through the bus’ window. Colourful Norwegian houses with their big yards and farms, several tunnels, many airport direction signs, the scary lady driver who was mad at me for some reasons, two old Italian tourists sitting behind me, red Slazenger travelling bag, iPod weirdly playing melancholic songs randomly keep me in company along the way to the airport.
I am sad. It feels almost the same when I left to this city last year. I’m feeling this city already as a home to all of my faraway emotions. Those armies of feelings about Oslo have kept me alive during the course of my journey. The small capital city, which reminding of many Erasmus students and their visitors from across Europe as a small sky town. Partially true, indeed. But the people, my new friends, I care much about them like I care my old ones. Those new friends whom I probably I won’t meet again in this life. I am sad, my friend, as you are. I hope our life paths will one day meet again. I dedicate my tears to you. I promise I’ll visit you someday.
And for Oslo, I’ll see you again in August. Don’t hide the sun when I’m back.
Jena
